She was shoved against the brick wall, the cold rough surface rubbing her skin raw as the frat boys ripped the clothes off her. Her heart were hammering in her chest, sticking out her full, perky tits to these brutes. She could only whimper as the buttons of her shirt popped off, landing onto the grimy ground, scattered like her seeds of hope.
They were all laughter and crude comments, their leering, hungry eyes making her feel like a piece of meat. “You’re going to love this, whore,” one of them sneered, his fingers yanking down her skirt.
Tears streamed down her face as they forcefully pulled down her panties, the cold air making her shiver and the sound of the fabric ripping echoed a symphony of her ruined innocence. “Please, no!” she cried out, the words barely grazing her lips, as they forced her down on her knees.
She looked up, meeting the cruel grins of the frat boys, their members standing tall and hard, a threatening warning of the assault to come. Her hands trembled, her stomach heaving as she stared at the vile beasts. One of them grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her toward the two members. “Open your whore mouth!” he snarled, forcing her to take the two members into her mouth, one after another.
The taste of her tears mixed with the bitterness of her humiliation, her gags echoing their merciless laughter. She choked, her lungs burning with the lack of oxygen, her mouth full with their revolting cocks. Her stomach heaved, threatening to spill its meager content as she was humiliated, her body invaded by these merciless monsters, liking feeling her struggle, her fight, and her high-pitched squeak as she gagged on them.
The other one, taking pleasure in her obvious struggle, forcefully pushed her legs apart. The cold air hit her there, making her shiver in horror and mortification. “Look at that, she’s enjoying this!” he laughed cruelly, as he rubbed himself against her opening, his thickness stretching her open, before he thrust inside her with a savage satisfaction.
The pain was intense, her insides feeling like they were being torn apart. She clawed at the ground, her nails scraping the cobblestone pavement, her sob strangled by the intrusion in her mouth. She wanted to scream, to beg, to run, but all she could do was to whimper and allow the tears to flow freely.
But before the monsters could bring her to the brink of her agony, the air shifted, an almost palpable change enveloping the alleyway as the dark figure of the vampire swiftly moved. His graceful, lithe form was a stark contrast to the frat boys, his presence a cold wave that swept through the alley.
She watched in shock and relief as the vampire ended their torment. But as much as she wanted to be free, her life was now interlaced with the creature’s. Their souls now danced to the same, dark rhythm, a dance of death, and eternity, and an unlikeliest savior.
The frat boys lay on the ground, life draining out of them, their laughter silenced as the vampire held her in his arms, his fangs gentle against her skin. Fear and relief turned into desire. The vampire’s pheromones, his cold, undead touch, his dulcet voice, all of these things mixed with her near-death experience and created an intoxicating mixture.
Ignoring the two lifeless bodies on the ground, he drew her into his arms, his grip like ice against her hot, flushed skin. He kissed her then, taking her lips in a leisurely, almost possessive manner. It was a contrast between his cold body and her fiery one, setting her body aflame.
He pulled away slowly, leaving her breathless and wanting. He murmured into her ear, “Shall we begin, my bride?” She nodded, her voice stolen by the intensity of the situation, her mind a whirlwind of fear and anticipation.
He laid her down on the cold pavement, his body hovering over her like a dark cloud ready to block the sun. His touch was everywhere, his lips sucking, his tongue licking, his fingers dancing. He was a master of her body, playing her like a fine-tuned instrument.
His eased into her then, his cock as cold as the grave, but rather than being horrifying, it was stimulating. The cold sensation warred with the fire within her, creating a sensory high unlike anything she had ever known.
He thrust into her, in and out, and each stroke was like a symphony of pleasure and pain, a testament to the act that was both a claiming and a joining. He rode her like his own personal steed, his fingers dancing over her body, his lips smiling against her skin.
He dipped his head, his fangs piercing her neck in time with his hips. He was inside her in all ways, and she arched against him, a scream lodged in her throat as her body shattered into a million brilliant pieces.
He stiffened above her, his release causing him to pull deep, hissing in her ear. They shook together, a slide of pleasure and pain, their hearts hammering in rhythm.
“Do you accept me?” he asked again, his voice a soft whisper against her throat. There was only one answer, one word that would seal their fates together. “Yes,” she breathed, giving him the answer he sought, the word slipping from her lips as easily as if she had uttered it a thousand times.
And with that, she was truly his. His bride. His eternal companion. They would walk the world as one, a beacon of darkness that would bring fear to their prey and ecstasy to each other. Here, beneath the starlit city sky, she had chosen eternity with a creature of the night.
